The figure of Dugu Bo is like a dark green shadow flying close to the ground, walking through the dark trees of Sunset Forest. His Mental Power is like the most precise Spider Web, with itself as the center, spread out meticulously towards the front and sides, without missing any abnormal fluctuations or any unnatural traces.
The intermittent, extremely weak, and special corrosive aura residue, as well as the occasionally discovered, dark-colored, strongly corrosive dried poison stains, became his only guide for tracking. These clues were so weak and so scattered. If he hadn't been Titled Douluo and had a keen perception of toxicity and life status that was beyond ordinary people, he would have lost his target long ago.
However, tracking is still extremely difficult. That thing seems to have extremely strong concealment capabilities, and most of the time it leaves no trace of energy or soul at all.
Just when Dugu Bo was concentrating on following a line of faint corrosive smell that was almost dissipated and remaining on the leaves of a withered shrub, less than a hundred meters forward, a sudden change occurred.
"Boom--!"
The originally gloomy sky suddenly sounded with a muffled thunder. Immediately afterwards, huge raindrops fell with a crackle without any warning.
The rain came quickly and fiercely, turning into a downpour in an instant, covering the entire Sunset Forest. The dense rain curtain blurred the vision, the sound of raindrops filled the eardrums, and the forest was filled with thick water vapor.
Dugu Bo's body suddenly paused and stopped on the branches of a giant tree, letting the cold rain wet his long dark green hair and robes. His cold snake eyes were fixed on the withered shrub below that had just left a faint clue.
Under the wash of rain, the extremely weak corrosive smell on the leaves of the shrubs dissipated, diluted, and finally disappeared completely at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only here, but also all the surrounding subtle smells, traces, and water stains that may exist temporarily and depend on the environment... were ruthlessly washed away, washed away, and buried in the violent rain.
Between the sky and the earth, there is only a white curtain of rain, and the fresh but disturbing natural smell emitted by the washed away soil and vegetation.
The clue he was following... was broken.
It was completely interrupted by this sudden, damn rainstorm.
"Haha... hehe..." Dugu Bo raised his head and let the cold rain hit his face, but a series of low, depressing, almost freezing sneers came out of his throat.
God is not kind to you?
It feels... more like God is helping that damn thief!
He spent a lot of effort to finally capture the insignificant clue of Sisi from an almost traceless scene. Just as he saw some signs of tracking it down, a heavy rain wiped out all his efforts!
Rage, like a suppressed volcano, surged crazily in his chest. But he suppressed it forcefully, transforming it into an even more extreme coldness.
He knew that in such heavy rain, it was almost impossible to rely on those subtle physical traces and breath residue to track it. As long as that thing was not stupid enough to move at high speed in the heavy rain, leaving large and obvious traces of destruction, it would be difficult for him to find it along this road.
The clue points to the outskirts of the forest, which is the only and final clear direction.
"I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple!" Dugu Bo's eyes flashed coldly, and he gave up on continuing his aimless search in the heavy rain. His figure moved and turned into a dark green stream of light. Against the pouring rain, he flew straight towards the outside of Sunset Forest, the nearest exit where caravans and carriages occasionally passed by, and flew quickly.
After a while, he came to the muddy forest path in the heavy rain that connected Sunset Forest with the external official road.
Under the simple thatched shed at the intersection, there were huddled several drivers and coolies who were trapped by the heavy rain. Seeing Dugu Bo appear like Gui Mei, feeling the suffocating and terrifying atmosphere, several people were so scared that they huddled together.
Dugu Bo didn't talk nonsense and directly asked with cold pressure whether any suspicious carriages had come and gone in the past few days.
Several coolies on the truck driver trembled and told everything they saw and knew. It was nothing more than a few fixed supply teams, ordinary caravans, and vehicles for herb collectors from nearby villages, coming and going. In the eyes of ordinary people like them, there was nothing particularly noteworthy. As for the specific whereabouts and the appearance of the personnel, they could not tell clearly, let alone pay attention to whether anyone was "carrying a large number of suspicious items" or "acting sneakily".
"Where's your car?" Dugu Bo glanced at the empty cart covered with oilcloth parked outside the hut, as well as the wet, muddy trouser legs and straw sandals of the coolies. "Have you used this cart to pull any special cargo in the past few days? Or, do you think there is anything wrong with this cart?"
"Go back, sir!" An older driver bravely replied, "This, this car is what we usually use to do odd jobs and transport firewood and cargo. What can be so special about a broken car... I have only sent two to the west Li Village in the past few days. Walking in the hay is just normal work, and I haven't pulled anything strange. As for something wrong..." He and a few others looked at each other and shook their heads blankly, "No, there is nothing wrong. It's just that the axle is a bit astringent on rainy days and it feels heavier when running. Everything else is the same."
The axle is stiff? It feels heavy when running?
Dugu Bo felt a slight movement in his heart, but did not show it. This abnormality is too common on rainy days, caused by muddy water accumulation and damp wood.
He then carefully interrogated the time and direction of the departure of those convoys, and even asked them to describe the approximate size of the convoy and the protection situation. However, the answers he received were still vague and could not allow him to lock in any specific target.
It seems that no more valuable information can be obtained from the mouths of these ordinary drivers. It is impossible for them to detect traces of the being who can swallow Myriad Poison Pool silently.
Dugu Bo felt even more irritated. The heavy rain had washed away the traces in the forest, and the human activities outside were so complicated and blurry. Do we really want to let the thief escape?
He reluctantly released Mental Power and carefully scanned the area around the hay shed again, including the cart and the coolies. There were no abnormal Soul Power fluctuations, no obvious toxic residues, and no There were no traces of hidden Soul Tool or storage equipment. The driver's smell was just the ordinary smell of sweat, rain and earth, and the cart was even more dilapidated, with nothing else but soaked wood and iron parts, and mud.
Everything seemed to tell him that the clues were completely broken at this point. The cunning thief had probably taken advantage of the cover of the heavy rain, or even earlier, used an inconspicuous carriage to blend in with the incoming and outgoing traffic and flew away.
Dugu Bo stood at the entrance of the hut, looking at the white rain curtain outside, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water. The cold murderous intention was tumbling in his chest, but he couldn't find a target to vent it to.
Do you really want to give up? No, absolutely impossible! Myriad Poison Pool has been destroyed, and this hatred is irreconcilable! Even if he digs three feet into the ground, turns Sunset Forest upside down, and checks all the forces that belong to all the carriages that have come in and out of this place recently, he must still find the thief!
He cast one last cold glance at the trembling drivers and the wet, inconspicuous old cart parked silently in the heavy rain. He snorted coldly, turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the vast rain. He was going to inspect the more peripheral official road intersection, or use more drastic means to "question" Soul Master or forces nearby who might have knowledge.
Under the thatched hut, the drivers and coolies who had narrowly escaped death did not dare to take a big breath until the terrifying figure completely disappeared in the rain. They talked with lingering fear about the evil green-haired old man just now, and speculated on what happened.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, washing the earth and the cart as well.
The wooden body and iron axles of the cart were soaked by the rain, dripping water constantly. There was some rainwater accumulated in the shadow of the cart's chassis, mixed with the mud splashed by the wheels, making it look muddy.
Everything seemed so normal and natural.
No one would notice that at the bottom of this extremely ordinary cart, in the corners covered with mud, water and shadows, the color of certain wooden textures and iron parts seemed to be darker and less reflective than elsewhere, as if it had been soaked by some extremely viscous, dark liquid for a long time. Even heavy rains could not completely wash away the dark layer.
No one would have thought that just now, the world-famous Poison Douluo was so close to the "thief" who had devoured the essence of Myriad Poison Pool and might be quietly lurking in a dark corner, or even somewhere under the car, perfectly integrated with the mud, water and dirt.
But under heavy rain and ordinary cover, we missed the chance.